"This is the end for Anaïs and Lisette"
My mood is as blue as the azure sky. The cry of a gull is the lament in my heart, and the breeze is the caress of a former lover. There is plenty of time to dwell on my regrets.I...
"Even the best plans come unstuck"
I should never have fucked Raphaël or Lisette.Revenge has consequences; these are my five days of hell, and my penance will last a lifetime. Leaving Paris immediately, I am far away, living on a favour from a relative.This tiny village...
"Lisette makes her move on Anaïs and Raphael"
An imposter brings their dark clouds and threatens my sunny mood.It is Sunday morning, and I will not procrastinate any longer; Pascal will not live rent-free in my mind. His name appears on the screen, and the dialling tone counts...
"Now, there are no limits, and that terrifies Anaïs"
It is Friday, and I am playing poker with Raphaël. In Sabine’s office, the air is musty and stifling as the warm weather continues. Lisette knows everything, and this gambit is as much her idea as mine.Yesterday evening, she deployed...
"Now, there are two that want to explore."
Sabine Deschamps is displeased, and my phone vibrates, increasing my anxiety.The timing could not be worse; it is Pascal, and I will not answer it.It is Thursday, and I sit outside my boss's office. This meeting with Sabine is crucial....
"Anaïs reaches her limit, and discovers new boundaries."
The lamp illuminates my desk, yet it is dark in my heart.Pascal betrayed my love of romance and abused my good nature. It hurts to be a fool. Is this what life is like now? Are all the good men...
"Everyone has their limits."
Twenty-one out of twenty, and I grin, sipping my cognac.I write down eighteen. Lisette needs guidance, not hubris. Her wilfulness works against her intelligence.Is this how I should spend Saturday evening? Through the tall windows, dusk deepens into night, and...
"I need to share my secret, Camille is relying on me."
When a snowflake falls, there is beauty and tragedy; each is unique until it melts on the pavement. Wearing white and misty grey shrouds, black skeletal trees form a guard of honour. The blizzard mutes all noise as a mark...
"Sunday, and the weekend concludes with a reckoning for all of them."
His mother was sick, and it was Antoine’s fault.Waiting for his father, the harsh perfumes of antiseptic and detergent hung in the air. The noticeboards patronised him, and a restless energy gnawed at his tired body. Fidgeting to get comfortable,...
"It is Saturday Night, and for all of them, life will never be the same again."
Drifting through the air, a muted jazz singer lamented the loss of her lover. Alone in the dining room, Antoine sat back in his chair, beguiled by the monochrome photographic print of Madame Bonheur. As the centrepiece on a wall,...